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“No, please just continue with your work as we are just here to observe” I order which has the Chef’s smile turning into a frown.
“Is there a problem?” he asks quietly.
“No, no problem” Dream replies with a gentle smile, I see the guard and the serving ladies leaving.
“Chef, do staff usually come into the kitchen to eat or is there a specific area for them?” I don’t see a table here like there is at Eternity Fae so there must be an area where they all eat. He turns slightly to show us a door to our left.
“Through there is where everyone comes to eat, we always have someone there to serve them.” He says, “and through there is where we serve our Sovereigns, the guard and of course you.”
“Are you the only chef in the kitchen at all times?” I know he won’t be, but I thought I would ask. He shakes his head.
“No, there is one more, but he will be in later.”
“Is there any reason at all for any other staff to be in the kitchen besides the kitchen staff?” he scratches his jaw, a frown marring his forehead but then he shakes his head.
“No,”
“Good, from now on please make sure that only kitchen staff enter here.” I state, “If you don’t mind, we are just going to hang around for a little bit, please don’t let us disturb you.” I can see that he wants to ask us why, but he must realize that we won’t be saying anything, so he nods and leaves. Dream walks towards a chair on one side and takes a seat. I know that she will be trying to see the darkness from where she is in each person, seeingpeople’s aura is mainly something that Love is good at, but we can all do it.
I move towards where the food is being prepared. It is time to see if there is any poison in this kitchen, or anything that might be turned into poison. I lean down to take a whiff of a pie that is sitting on the counter cooling. The sweet smell of cherries and a hint of cinnamon tickles my pallet.
“These smell divine,” I murmur looking at the Chef with a smile. His frown clears as he smiles in pleasure at my compliment.
“If you wait another few minutes for it to cool, I will cut you a slice,” his offer has me nodding in pleasure. One of my downfalls is my sweet tooth, I can’t resist anything sweet. This also gives me an excuse to stay longer and look around at anything that could draw my attention at being suspicious. Taking a seat near where the cherry pie is I inconspicuously start pulling at the small tubs of spices that are packed to the side and taking a whiff of each to ascertain that there is nothing in here that could be hurtful to anyone’s health. I am doing fine until I smell the black pepper which has me sneezing loudly bringing everyone’s attention back to me.
“Oh Dear, are you okay?” a young girl that is helping asks as she holds a napkin out to me as I sneeze again.
“Tha…Than” I start to say when I sneeze again, “thank you,” I finally manage to say.
“That’s what happens when you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Dream teases with a wink.
“You know how I am, curiosity will get the better of me one day.” I quip making light of what I was doing, trying to cover any suspicion that anyone could have. I know that if Trek was here he would be arguing with me right now that I shouldn’t be putting myself in situations like this. It is easy for him tosay, with his sensitive sense he would be able to smell the black pepper as soon as he walked into the kitchen.
I think the fact that Trek is a werewolf is what makes him so overprotective. I know that I can be a nightmare for someone like him as I always seem to be getting into trouble. I don’t do it on purpose, but my curiosity just gets the better of me. If he was here now, he would be scowling at me, giving me his disapproving look. I trust Trek completely, I know that he will give his life for me, he is honourable to a fault.
It is a great honour to be chosen as one of the princess’s guards, or companions as I like to call them. Trek is to be the leader of the werewolves when his father passes. The thought that one day he will have to leave me, fills me with dread, I know that I give him a hard time, but I can’t see my life without him. I have hope that in the future things will resolve themselves, so he won’t need to go anywhere.
I know I’m being selfish, but losing Trek will feel like I am losing a part of me. Already there were days before the trouble began that he would have to go home to deal with issues, days that I used to resent. I know that if Trek knew how I felt he would lecture me, he loves giving me those, and even though I argue and moan, it pleases me to know that he cares.
I confess to myself that I am also a little jealous of him, every time I see another looking at him or a girl that has caught his eye, I want to attack her. I hide my feelings by being flippant, but I can’t have him pitying me for wanting him. I mean, what did the fates expect when putting a being like him before me every day, he is fit. Every muscle in his body flexes like a marble rope, calling to be touched. His dark hair wild, acknowledging to his uninhabited nature.
“Are you okay?” I am brought from my thoughts by Dreams question, looking at her I see her curious expression.
“Yes, of course, I’m all good” I don’t even confess to my sisters that I have this attraction to Trek, I know that they suspect, but suspicion and knowing is two different things.
I look around at everyone around me, bringing my focus back to what I’m supposed to be doing. With everything that just happened it is evident that everyone is skittish. We are the royals, we are supposed to be stronger than other beings, supposed to be able to protect ourselves and those that trust in us, but instead we are attacked.
It’s not even the attack, but the uncertainty of who it is that is attacking us. We can fight a foe that we know, but this attack is done from the shadows. Whoever is behind this attack against us is strong, powerful, and very clever.
The Gargoyles have been frozen into their Grotesque selves, not being able to change as is their will. For anyone to be able to exert that much power makes them a very dangerous adversary. They are attacking us from the shadows, their darkness growing with each day.
“Here you go princess,” the Chef calls as he places a plate in front of me with a slice of the cherry pie that I was eyeing out earlier.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile as I look at the Troll, contrary to certain beliefs Trolls are amazing cooks and very organized. We can usually find them in kitchens or working as accountants or clerks throughout the Eternity Fey realm.
Taking a bite of the pie I sigh in pleasure, smiling at the Chef just as the door to the kitchen opens and in walks one of the maids. I see her stop when she sees Dream and I and then she is looking around stopping when her gaze latches onto one of the kitchenhelpers that is standing on the far side of the kitchen, cutting carrots.
“Girl, what do you want in my kitchen?” the Chef asks with more anger than he has shown the whole time we have been here.
